The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain does not fall so much as it is pressed down against the glass of the carriage window, a grey, persistent smear that blurs the landscape into a watercolor of mud and dying leaves, and you sit in the corner of the compartment, your hands folded in your lap, feeling the rough, coarse grain of the wool coat against your skin, a texture that has become so intimate over the last three years...

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